Texty: Bob Dylan. Desire. Oh Sister.

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door
You should not treat me like a stranger
Our father would not like the way that you act
And you must realize the danger

Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth
To love and follow his direction?

We grew up together from the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn and then mysteriously saved

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow

We grew up together from the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn and then mysteriously saved

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow